switch on the telly and this happens. and the crowd goes "air-dee-by-your, air-dee-by-your!" wonderful.and a funk bass groove courtesy of colonel claypool. looks like a whole lot of fun. "mr. buckethead."been visiting all my old friends,
put on my best clothes (socks, black shoes)
a secret rendezvous at the
basketball court with the soccer ball. just us alone.
statistics worksheets were never really any good at engaging in conversations anyway. the ball provided much more satisfying company.
who ever said anything about being lonely?"air-dee-by-your, air-dee-by-your!"
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